“I wouldn’t do that.” A dangerous steady voice comes from behind your offender, their finger hesitates on the trigger when the owner of the voice walks round.

Violet eyes.

“Who are—“

They don’t get to finish their sentence before Rowena snaps her fingers and they choke on their own breath, falling to their knees and dropping their gun.

“Are you alright, dearest?” She asks with a fretful look in her eyes, she tucks a couple loose strands behind your ears like she’s fixing you up, paying no mind to the panicked choking in the background.

“Let’s go.” She says and turns on her heel, you pause to kneel down by the choking attacker feeling a twinge of guilt.

”Don’t.”

So you don’t.